January 12, 2011

Seeing in Color

Do you remember the old Wizard of Oz when it was in black and white until you got to Oz... and then it was color in all its magnificent glory?

That's what it is like living with Bones. All of the world is black and white and you step into HIS world and it is bright bright colors.

Bright.

Case in point.

I was at Ringo's drum lessons today when I saw a Mom from Bone's middle school. Her daughter was there with her and she said to her, "Do you know Bones?"

The little girl looked at me and said, "Are you BONES' MOM?!"

I replied yes and she looked at her Mom and said, "Bones has this pair of pants that are the BRIGHTEST orange..."

And I busted out laughing. She said, 'He wears the brightest clothes to school..."

And he does. For Christmas, more than anything in the entire world, he wanted skinny jeans in THREE colors: Green, Purple and Orange.

Ask and he shall receive, in particular when they are on sale for $4, which could be for various reasons one being they are TACKY!

He also has these hideous red Nikes a buddy gave him. They're big red Nikes with a yellow swoosh. I call them his Wizard of Oz boy shoes.

wizard of oz shoes.jpg

God awful ugly, we hate them.

He loves to wear them, once a week, with his orange skinny jeans, a red tshirt and a burnt sienna colored hoody.

He walked out to go to school one day and I said, "Dude, don't you dare put on that hoody hood. As it is you look like some funky orange/red crayon. Put the hood up and you'll look like a sharpened funky orange crayon."

He is not to be swayed. He is a man of his own style.

He likes bright clothes.

Do you know what runs through my mind a lot? I mean... a lot?

There is some little girl out there right now, around his age, that is completely unsuspecting of her future.

Somewhere out there... resides... his future... wife.

Holy cats.

Posted by Boudicca at January 12, 2011 10:44 PM
Comments

baw hahahaha. And I hope his wife is like him... can you imagine??? baw hahahahaha

Posted by: vwbug at January 13, 2011 05:40 AM

My husband, at age 54, is also a lover of the bright colors. During the neon 80's, he was in his glory.....also he wears a hat that looks like a parrot. So, yeah...there's a girl out there for him and she'll have a big smile on her face.

Posted by: Trudy at January 13, 2011 08:03 AM

I think, were I the parent of your child, I would be glad he wasn't wearing all black. I worry for kids who do that.

Posted by: Erica at January 13, 2011 10:40 AM

@Erica

I was one of those kids. I've turned out fine. Others of my friends have as well. I don't wear all black anymore (at least, not for daily activities). Really, they're not that much different from anyone else. It just seems strange because it deviates from society as a whole. I've known people who dress like this who are the nicest people you could imagine, and I know some who are real jerks. I've met people who dress in traditional clothing who are the same.

Posted by: Andrew Phule at January 13, 2011 01:19 PM

For some reason I had images of the movie "Pleasantville" come to mind. The one about being trapped in a black-and-white TV show with an unvarying script, with splashes of color slowly creeping in to personify unconformity and change. That's what your stories of Bones, and particularly this post, makes me think of. A splash of color to your family's life, and to everyone's lives that Bones comes in contact with.

Posted by: diamond dave at January 13, 2011 01:50 PM

VW, I have wondered often what it is going to be like to have Bones' family traipsing through my house...

Trudy- I am laughing! Good grief... and if Neon comes back in style, your husband and my son are going to be in heaven. Holy crap!

Erica and Andrew- Well, I think too much of anything makes people tend to wonder. Anything against the societal norm will make people look twice. Black is in OUR society such a somber color. In other countries, btw, its white. So here people wonder what's going on. But they're all normal. I have a cousin who is this big biker guy, crazy hair and beard, leather vest, big black boots, and he doesn't smile a lot in general. He's a Harley kind 'o guy. I think when people see him they must think, "Scary biker guy!", but he's not like that at all. He is the sweetest man with the biggest heart, just quiet, and likes to dress how he dresses. He's mechanically brilliant... can work on anything I think. Sweet sweet man...

Dave- I like your analogy BESTEST of any I have ever heard! THANK YOU for that!

Posted by: Bou at January 14, 2011 10:40 PM

And someday you will be the grandmother of The Children Of The Bones. I hope I'm still alive to see them, if only in word pictures.

Posted by: Peter at January 17, 2011 10:00 PM